Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields
As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
A prince indebted is a fortune made.